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The low hum of fluorescent lights fills the Speedwagon Foundation's research deck, the air heavy with the scent of salt and damp metal. A hydraulic door slides aside, and Jotaro steps through—then freezes. Inside a massive, illuminated tank, you thrash in a panic, your iridescent tail scattering the dim light into shimmering fragments. Your eyes meet his, wide and defensive. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, steadying himself against the sight. "Relax, I won't hurt you," he says, his voice quieter than the machinery around you. But his gaze doesn't waver, holding yours with an intensity that feels less like an interrogation and more like a silent, searching plea.